Crawling out onto the porch, I see a set of doors
Their colors are so cool, but keep my journey on its way.
I make my knees into hands and I see myself up onto my feet.
There isn't even a mirror or reflection, something that could make easier
For me to see her the way I see her when I see her.

I take the taste. I drink the ***.
I swallow all the spit from off her tongue.
We sleep in threes, We count in fourths.
Play rock 'n roll and scream in our sleep.

Sometimes I felt like I was alive, until she turned the loudness up on me.
Now I travel in high fidelity with certain definition.
My dreams are just the parts of my day.

I knew someone would come for me
While I laid awake in my fifteen year old bedroom at night.
She came to me, and now I'm making sure not to leave her.
I want to invent colors and languauges to make her world ours.